When I see your face
Bright as a star in dark skies
Your eyes radiant and clear as crystal
Tears of love drench my cheeks-
On your shoulders forever I’ll lull
Under the comfort of your warm wings of love
When I see greens of the fields
Celebrating every kiss of the winds;
The cold breeze at the shores of falling rivers
I see the shape of your heart-
A heart print that forever will stay
Whispering at every height of the melting mount
When you whisper my name
At the cold of a warm dawn
My heart bleeds for the unending bliss;
I weep when your shadow sublimes-
Leaving only an idol to cling on!
Let me nurture your heart, my love to defend.
Copyright © PAULINE NYUMU | Year Posted 2011
With my head on the pillow I see you in the shadows.
Slipping back into your clothes when all my eyes can do is follow.
My mind starts to wander as you step back into those heels.
The silk touch of your body my hands just want to feel.
I roll to the side where your scent still forms where you stayed.
Then over to the rocking chair where we laughed and played.
I watch you dress and put yourself back to who you are.
And hold my breath and kiss this star ....
~Mysterious Lady of Soup~~
Reaching for the stars I feel the passion in our eyes.
We lay naked and free as the moon makes a rise.
Without pushing the boundries on who we are.
We stare at each other without feeling one single scar.
You run your hand over the tightness of my dress.
I cherish every provocative moment as you caress.
You rub your hands up my shoulders and through my hair.
We kiss and say good night as you rock the chair.
I walk away into the shadows of another night,
and kiss the stars as we await morning light...
Want to take this time to thank this lovely lady
for taking time out to collab with me again...
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2011
i caught your eyes on me. dont bother to look away. ive already noticed. i wish i was
brave enough to stare back. it doesnt bother me, just makes me curious. what are you
thinking? or are you just observing? try to figure me out. but you wont. because youve
only met the imposter. you havent stopped to look into my eyes.
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2010
I was told that love isn’t based on time
Love is based on how a person makes you feel
When I am with you I feel that it is only us
I feel that you can rescue me from the darkness
When I am with you I feel safe no longer scared
Even when we are apart I still feel that you’re here
When I am with you I can't stop my smile
I knew what it was from the start
Just to see you I walked six miles
You shot an arrow straight in my heart
I’ll be here for you night and day
But even if I miss you I won't show I’m weak
Even if you hear the stutter in my speech
I’ll brush it off like I always do
Until the next time I see you I will be true
I’ll love you till the sun won't shine
No matter what I’ll be your best friend
And I'll always be here till the end
Copyright © Stacy Schaefer | Year Posted 2009
So here’s the deal:
I’m completely pissed off, but not really-
Really I’m heartbroken and just trying to breathe through the ache in my chest,
But that really has nothing to do with what’s going on does it.
This is ridiculous. I hate it. It’s not something I can just fix.
If I could make him forget just by kissing him stupid I would.
However, this is a bit too raw for that.
It’s like when your fave song comes on and you’re voice begins to break near the end
because you’re holding back tears.
Nothing really detracts from that feeling of complete abandon. That’s true for love on both
Passion when you’re together, battering desperate aching when you’re not.
Now, I enjoy pain. I enjoy the sharp, sweet edge.
I don’t enjoy this mind numbing pounding. Like my body is being pulled inside out.
There is no tearing, no ripping, no cutting, no sharp. Just dull, stretching emptiness.
There is no joy in that.
Only the true masochist in me finds something in this.
I don’t like dwelling on that part of me.
I’d rather be sharp. Like when you’re cut by a knife so sharp that it takes a minute for your
body to register it as pain.
Sharp. Sweet. Sinfully simple.
This isn’t what I signed up for. But then, what is?
I love you.
That doesn’t really matter.
Copyright © Satya Tabachnick | Year Posted 2009
If loving you too much is too much I don’t want it to be less. The words part from my lips like dew on a sunny morning or fogs lifting from the back of the mountain horizon. The spring forms a fresh body of water to cloth its self we form a love union which connects us with the universe.
The moon rest in the sky and sheds light on us as we entwine in the twilight of love. The words that are said send a cold chill down my spine. I feel your grip on my waste and I curl to your body and cling tightly to you never to let go. The right choice is to be with you the wrong one is that it wasn’t sooner my thoughts are linked to yours and my heart beats only for you. I ask the heavens to hold us and keep us safe. I love you too much and as day turns to night and dusk till dawn that’s still not enough.
Copyright © Terrica Richards | Year Posted 2015
Dreams Of Reality
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears
A difference of a world a way
A distance of a different kind
Love is blind and divine
Hold my hand
Let us touch the sunshine
On this hill of heaven we stand
From one another
Life and the world will never take us
Unless it’s together
Then we will become forever
Never leaving each others presence
Our bond becomes stronger in living
With every day
I stare into your glare
Wishing we live on; and long
Strong and healthy
We will grow old
In a happy union together
Looking beside me
Coming to a reality
You’re not there
My dreams are not reality
My love has perished.
Copyright © Nate Spears | Year Posted 2013
A Woman’s Worth
By Nate Spears
Her purpose in this world is hurting
She’s never been a designed of perfect
But she is a mom, so she’s super
Then roll up her sleeves ; and
Take care of the kids; and
Making it a home
For a beautiful family to roam
Building wonderful memories
Becoming a woman of worth
Keeping her faith through Christ
Keeping her pace through health
Keeping her sanity through managing
This is a woman’s worth
I’m giving you
Despite of all the stress
She receives her family with open arms
Through all the mess
She’s a fantastic mom
A wonderful woman
Deserving a round of applause
Plus a standing ovation
For always being an American sensation
That held this continent down since day one
Since the Plymouth Rock landed on us
Thank you for her giving
Thank you for her living
Thank you for her children
This is ,
A woman’s worth.
Copyright © Nate Spears | Year Posted 2013
All over our suburb, lights have suddenly gone out, and panic has seized our hearts.
Grasping my lover’s hand in the pitch black night, I struggle as he pulls me up. My
legs are flimsy noodles, absolutely useless, for try as I might, I cannot make them
work. How can I expect my boyfriend to carry or even drag me along these
nightmare streets? But he is my salvation and I cannot let go of his hand.
Suddenly he gasps. I look instinctively upward. A bright light, white beyond all
comprehension, has appeared above our town. It pulses and the pulsation begins
to penetrate my being as I feel the strength returning to my limbs. I sense, but
cannot yet see, that others, like my boyfriend and me, are being drawn to that spot
where the light has centered its fantastical white glow.
Mobile again, I walk with quickening steps beside my lover, mesmerized as we both
follow that magnetic throbbing glow. There has been an immediate restoration of
light to the houses which lost all light at the moment we had plunged into utter
darkness. Moreover, the lights of those houses whose occupants had been
sleeping are also coming on, and soon there are hundreds and hundreds of lights
being turned on in all the neighborhoods as if their occupants are somehow being
summoned telepathically to rise from their beds, leave their homes and come meld
with those of us already on the streets.
What can it be? Who can it be? Is it alien life force? Is it God? These thoughts are
mine, but I actually can hear them in the minds of those who now comprise the
steady stream of people who, with great anticipation, draw nearer and nearer the
pulsing light which seems to be coming from a huge field on the outskirts of town.
Its brilliance is beyond that of anything I’ve ever seen before - an illumination that
all the lights of the town combined can not equal.
As my boyfriend and I press on eagerly with the throng, I feel a warmth.
Indescribable, it permeates not only the cool night air, but also my very heart and
soul. I look at the kind and handsome face of my dear companion. Then I look at
the throng of wonderful people, realizing they are but a fragment of the sum of
humanity, and love’s warmth floods the core of me. I do not know what is coming,
but if this is a dream, I wish never to awake.
For "Finish the Dream" Contest by Matt Caliri
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011
Sweet scented rose
Mild and inviting
A soft tease
Spurs of greatness
Flicks of trust
Skin as sheen
Lips as crimson
Eyes so dazzling
Cheeks as velvet
Voice as silk
Feet as low pad
A gentle deer
The calm of the sea
My gift of shells
The ties of love
A random page
In my book of life
It begun with her
A refreshing breath
She is Obaa Yaa
My love story…
© Naa Takia, All Rights Reserved 2012
Copyright © Victoria Nunoo | Year Posted 2012
I barely knew him,
met him through a friend,
saw him at a birthday party,
and my friend told me he really liked me.
I went to treatment for an eating disorder
before we started talking.
The emptiness in my stomach from the anorexia
told me it might be beneficial to get to know him.
He told me he would be there for me when I returned.
I came home with healed scars and forgotten innocence.
He called me one night, drunk,
telling me his cousin had died from a heroin overdose.
I couldn’t help but feel sad for him.
We met on the bridge
that crosses the canal between our houses.
A beer in his hand
he slurred his words and cried to me.
I didn’t know his middle name yet,
not his address or how many siblings he had.
I liked his facial scruff,
and the way he cried to me
without even knowing how to correctly pronounce my last name.
I stayed until 5 am.
Laying on his couch,
just starting to get to know each other.
We fell in love.
For eleven months if my memory is right.
We smoked Marlboro Reds together
on his front porch red cushioned swing.
He protected me from my demons,
kind of like how a barbed wire fence
protects the inmates from making mistakes.
He was my first love.
We wrote daises of words on paper
and he drew his love with a pen on my heart.
It ended the day my cousin’s grandmother died.
I never realized that our relationship
started and ended with death.
Maybe that is why in the end we were so bitter.
Copyright © Katie Pukash | Year Posted 2013
I feel tenderness in your words
As you whisper my name
Softness from your sweet lips
Caressing every inch of my body
Aching for your love; Helplessly I
Lie awaiting your gentle touch
Take it, here baby, hold it,
Caress it with all your love;
For my heart is now yours
Sent to you from up above.
Can you feel this love?
Are we ashamed as we call
Out each other’s names?
When will we know whose to blame?
This love we share will never compare to any other.
Side by side, baby, can’t we see we are meant to be?
Hold onto to me; I’ll hold onto you
Forever and ever my love, just
ME And YOU!!
Our souls have met and become one
No mask can hide the love that’s
Felt deep inside.
Brought here by fate we stand
Hand and hand at the beginning of
The road that will lead us to
So now baby, we can say, we are not ashamed
As we call out each other’s names.
You see my love; FATE AND DESTINY
Will remain the blame!!
We now know this love we have is true, because it
Is felt between me and you!!
Copyright © Linda walden | Year Posted 2014
I first saw him -the blonde Adonis - at church camp when I was but 14.
In the group ahead of mine, he turned around and our eyes magically locked.
I felt so sure he liked me. That’s how I recall it anyway, but it was not meant to be,
for shortly thereafter, another boy approached me, cute and sweet,
and he and I fast became an “item.” However, I kept searching every day
for just one sight of the blonde Adonis, whose image still lingered in my mind.
Later, I saw my new boyfriend from church camp at monthly regional youth activities,
where I’d also see the blonde Adonis, who sometimes eyed me, but spoke not a word.
After a time, my long-distance boyfriend and I called it quits,
but I never stopped yearning to know the boy who I’d seen first that summer day -
the blonde Adonis who I was later to learn was one of ten charming siblings,
all beautiful children of a couple highly respected in our church community.
Tall, blue eyed, confident, popular, talented, smart and athletic,
the blonde Adonis was a young man destined for greatness!
Ever hopeful, I kept going to the regional activities, thinking “this will be the day!”
Always I’d watch him, wishing I was the girl slow dancing in his arms.
He was the most fascinating person I would never get to know,
and his thoughts about me (if he ever had any) I could never even guess.
I felt so sure he liked me when our eyes locked like magic that first time. . . .
At least that’s the way I recall it.
For The Most Fascinating Person I Never Knew Poetry Contest of Craig Cornish
*For the Cutie's Identity, See "About this Poem"
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
It was a cold and rainy night.
The stars were shining bright.
It seemed as if the world was at a pause and not a person was in sight.
I sat quietly in my car,
the sound of music I heard blasting from a far.
I opened my door,
stepped out slowly and looked around.
Now suddenly the music stopped,
not a word is heard, not even a sound.
I turned my head, looked over my shoulder,
I saw a woman running.
She was wearing a white gown.
I couldn't help but wonder why this woman running
flaunted such a frown.
I followed her footsteps,
I listened for the sound.
Running through the darkness,
one question came to mind,
Who would leave this woman?
Who would be so heartless?
How can someone leave her when she is so obviously distraught?
Abruptly a sound was heard.
I came to a stop.
I listened closely.
It was a gunshot.
Now fearful I stood.
I began to run as fast as I could.
I ran so fast, I could hear my heart beating.
I came upon my car and noticed a woman bleeding.
She was gasping for air.
Someone had shot her and left her to die there.
It was as if they didn't even care.
She reached for my hand,
whispered softly to me
"never trust a man"
At that moment her hand dropped.
I knew her heart had stopped.
I looked at her white gown now dripping red.
I I cried to myself and pondered what she had said.
This could be me.
I could be lying here dead.
I will remember her words always.
They will haunt me for the rest of my days.
This moment I will never forget.
No man should ever be such a threat.
This was the day my life would change.
From this day on I would never be the same.
The lesson I learned here,
never have such fear.
Fear that will keep me from being free.
I learned that I can be happy just being me.
Copyright © Deeana Valencia | Year Posted 2012
It was New Years' Day and the rain was pouring. The plans I made for were ruined by the rain. He must have noticed I was cold because I felt his silky leather jacket being draped across my bare shoulders. I looked over and saw him smiling at me. I caught myself blushing then looked away. Shyly I broke the silence. "I'm really sorry. I had this big day planned for us but," I paused, "I forgot to check the weather." Before I could continue blaming myself his finger tips led my face perfect plush lips. When we kissed, it was like Heaven on Earth. He told me something I'll never forget. Kneeling down on one knee, he looked up and grabbed my hand. The words still play like a song in my head. "Will you marry me?" Tears poured down my face. I was so excited the words got stuck in my throat. So I nodded instead. He picked me up, spun me around, then we kissed. There was so much passion we felt the sparks between our closed lips. This was truly the perfect day.
Copyright © Gwendolyn Coffey | Year Posted 2013
War and Harmony
I caught the red eye to meet my warrior only to be met with war.
A night of hot passion that time has caused us both to long for.
A harmonious melody fills the room from fulfillment and bliss.
See you later sealed with a kiss as our throbbing groins persist.
I walk with a jolly gait in my step until I a single gold earring stubbed my toe.
Now filled with fury as I wonder whom else has been sleeping with my G.I. Joe.
Salty water now free to flow from a broken gaze as I noticed the typewriter in my peripheral.
I take a seat to compose a letter to him about how this love was to be a duo and not a Trio.
He left a half of pack on the desk within reach, he must have known that I’d be needing one.
Smoke caused a fresh pair of lungs to gasp and cough like a beginner at the end of a long run.
I pecked the keys abruptly as I added cigarette butts one-by-one to an already filled ashtray.
Which resembled a two toned rainbow of bright red and gold with its backdrop in gray.
I slip my hands into a pair of soft white lace gloves as I walked towards the nightstand.
My fury is softened as I realize that loyalty must be a requirement and not a command.
I opened the drawer to discover two plane tickets to Hawaii, paper clipped to a wad of cash.
A note which read “If you found the earring don’t jump to conclusions and leave in a dash!”
“I need your full trust so I hope and pray that your assumptions don’t lead you to act rash!”
“Oh and about the earring you will find the match to it is located in the purple velvet sash.”
I opened the sash to find an invitation, he wrote, “Please become my wife underneath the sun!”
Now feeling foolish beyond measure, I’m reluctant to read on any further, for I already feel stunned!
He said, “I hope that your search led you to a desired treasure, Please say yes, because World War II may come fast.”
“I need to know that when I return home that you will be my future from a more pleasant and harmonious the past.”
Copyright © Yvonne Clark | Year Posted 2014
Are you happy chatting with me now?
Because I am always happy seeing you around
And listening to your hello…
And you know I love you…
Because you are in my thought,
I have a beautiful dream…
And in my dream you are holding my hand
And we kiss while walking near the river side...
Black hawk are seen flying over...and over...again!
And we laugh and come back to kissing...
I am waiting and excited.
Yeh...then what’s alluring,
you are wearing all red...
Your long dress is red
And undies are too red
And both bra and panty are red
You are dressed all red…
So sexy with red indeed...
Bring a red dress, red panty and red bra…
when we meet…
I want it to be real what I had dreamt.
You are so sexy in red…
Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2014
This Poem is about the 'hard to get' attitude ladies portray to interested guys.
Despite my unbelievable swag
repugnance is her reaction to my flow
despite giving no attention to her
she seeks every opportunity to shout "NO!"
I seldom want to be friendly
but she spits on me like a bitter foe
I then don't give a damn about her
and she takes it like a heavy blow
Out of nothing, she creates a scene
but all I can do is shake my head
and say Oh!
the more I mingle, the worse she gets
but I'll not succumb and act so low
she flaunts her male acquaintances for me to notice
Okay! You have admirers, so?
I guessed this is a one time attitude
but it has been occurring seven weeks in a row
When I register my presence around her
her body rhythm increases as if in physio
trying so hard to pretend
makes her seem like a shy dancing Buffalo
Then, I make her seem not existing
it's not my fault; you reap what you sow
signs of her sufferings begin to show
as her body trembles in sight of me
from head to toe
what a pleasant feeling this brings
seeing her drown in her own woe
She concedes defeat and already surrendering
showing by the way she's changing like melting snow
now playing the nice girl, but my ignore?
Makes her want to stone me with a Hoe
I'm beginning to compromise emotionally too
and I'm scared she will get fed up and go
so, I create my chance and kiss her
as she shows her joy like a swelling dough
revealing her hypocrisy, exhibited right from the beginning.
Since this feeling is now reciprocated,
she shrugs off the attitude and dumps it below
as a new damsel now emitting with an everlasting glow.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2013
Some folks always follow the winner
I didn't even have the courage
To tell you how you made me feel
Your body language
Way back then,
A wall flower.
you thought that I weren't good enough
I am blooming;
People always follow the winner
Copyright © Annie Lander | Year Posted 2012
My 3rd favourite drive was to see her
Only for it to be the longest drive home
To be once again in her arms and embrace her too
I knew what was coming
I never wanted to let her go
Stability is so fragile
Stability breaks with a word
Her mind state is a dark world
All alone she decided I'm not to follow
I could see she wanted to cry
Inside we both had many times
To be not good for a person
Is impossible when even in this outcome
Her presence makes me smile naturally
The talk of the future
The talk of ifs and maybes
Doesn't matter to me
I know what I have now
I know how to be happy again
Can you not see?
My life is with you
No matter what I choose
No matter what it is you do
My dream is to be make you happy too
Sitting in my car returning the way I came
Over an hour to drive home
Easily felt like it was over two
The cd player in my car was purposely loud
Covering the sound from my phone
To my right an accident had occurred
Firemen and ambulances calming the situation
Shards of metal and glass strewn on the road
To my shock I felt nothing for the devastation
My only aim was to get back home
My 3rd favourite drive was to see her
Only for it to be the longest drive home
Copyright © Gordon Joe Orton Kyle Ralston | Year Posted 2011
Where did all the romance go?
That once was so long ago
That special kind so honest, fresh and innocent
Expressions from the heart of what is really meant
Let me point out a boy in particular then
That other someone from way back when
He was very athletic and really sweet
He lived close by, just down the street
Here are some of his qualities
That seemed so romantical to me
Like calling the local radio station
To play a special song dedication
Knowing he didn’t have very long
He ran over to dance with me to the song
And all those nights he climbed that tree
Up to my bedroom window to visit with me
Inspired with competition like winning a race
To let everyone know he would be first place
He really did run track and with every ribbon won
He gave them all to me with his deepest affection
Some of you may already know
That I must be referring to Joe
He was the one most romantical
So where did all the romance go?
These days no longer see it here
Is it lost or hiding inside somewhere?
I tend to think the boy inside will always know
He feels the romance just no longer lets it show
If happiness starts with one’s self with in
Finding true love should have some romancing
True love and devotion does exist I know
Except the actual process can be slow
Especially with romance lack – sooooo
Just where did all the romance go?
Our time on earth is very quick
Are you waiting to get hit with a happy stick?
So from reminiscing about the yesteryear lad
Please don’t lose that romantic nature you once had
You will find out that it’s not so bad
And even discover you are more than glad
So listen to your inner self and be like Joe
And please don’t let all the romance go
Florence McMillian (Flo)
Copyright © Florence McMillian | Year Posted 2012
I am almost seventeen years old,
It is almost summer, and
My boyfriend and I are
Kissing with the
I tell him I don't want sex.
I wonder if this will be like
I am sixteen years old;
It's cold outside but
My boyfriend and I are
Kissing with the
He asks me if I want
To have sex...
When I say no, he tells me
It's okay- but his hands
Move to my body-
I still don't say yes,
But after a while,
He doesn't want to
See me as much anymore,
And I guess some other girl
Finally told him what
He wanted to hear
Because it turns out that
He's been cheating on me...
Then I am fifteen years old,
Being asked my age
And receiving disappointment
From the hands of the
Asker- always male-
Because my answer is
Three years less than
What he's asking for-
I am fourteen years old
And I stay home because
I have decided that
Boys are not worth
I am thirteen years old,
And the same boy
That kissed me first time
Asks me to have sex.
We break up after
I say no.
I am twelve years old
And my first boyfriend
Kisses me for the first time
On my birthday...
He tells me that he will
Love me forever.
I am eleven years old
And sometimes I wish
I had a boyfriend.
I am ten years old-
Sometimes I wish
I was a grown-up.
I am nine years old-
I am eight years old-
I am seven years old
And playing with Barbies;
Barbie is on top of Ken
Because that's what
I am six years old-
I am five years old-
I throw a fit because
I am informed that
I will have to grow up
I am four years old
And Mommy and Daddy
No longer sleep in the
Same bed, now don't live
In the same house;
They explain to me and
The other kids that they
Are never getting back
Together, but it's not
Because they don't
Love us, they just
I am three years old-
When I have nightmares,
I crawl into bed
With Mommy and Daddy...
I don't know why they
Share a bed, but I guess
It's because they always
Want to be together-
I am two years old-
I am one year old-
I am a summer baby
Because my parents
Made me on Christmas,
And that's way more
Than a sixteen-year-old
Needs to hear...
I am almost seventeen years old,
It is almost summer, and
My boyfriend and I are
Kissing with the
I tell him I don't want sex.
He says okay...
It doesn't matter.
His hands move to
Copyright © Cameron Hartley | Year Posted 2014
He was all fired up
he had it all figured out
this was it, the end of us
"I need my space" or so he thought
until she entered the room
dressed totally different
to what is “her norm”
a black dress
with high heels
legs that go on forever,
he almost walked into the bathroom
mouth hanging open
"Err did you go to work like that?" he
“Yep of cause I did, I always
do,"was her reply
Uhm, it's the first time I see you
dressed like that
Nonchalantly while getting rid of her
clothes she replied,
“Well now if you more at home and
less "at work"
You’ll see me more in my work attire
then in my pajamas”
Gawking at her scanty underwear,
He saw her swing her hips as she left
Confucius Joe was left behind,
feeling less desperate for space and
more a need for closeness
Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2012
How is it that I feel this way?
I don’t even know what kind of feeling it is
But I know it’s not a good one
I can’t even begin to tell you
Because I can’t even explain it myself
All I think about it you
I start to get these thoughts
They won’t go away
I wonder if you feel this way too
Like something’s missing
I re-read your texts to reassure myself
We lay on the bed in silence
I desperately want stories and laughs
I feel physically connected
But not mentally connected
day after day I’m the one puts in the time
Goes out of my way to make sure you’re ok
Why doesn’t it bounce back my way
Arnt I the one you said I meant the world to you
Then why don’t you show it
Im the girl that needs to be shown that what you say is true
That’s all I ask
This to me doesn’t seem like a big task
Copyright © Madison Mittelbrun | Year Posted 2014
At times it feels like the world is out to get her. Sometimes it seems like no one is on her side. She has been left by her father. Been told she's fat by her grandmother. Nothing she ever does pleases her mother. She has been cheated on and lied to by most past boyfriends...take that back. ALL past boyfriends. Older guys look at her with wondering eyes. Everyone tells her hello...but they also say goodbye.
She's finally tired of being told a handful of lies. She's tired of hearing the same ole goodbyes. She's tired of betrayal and constant hurt feelings. She's tires of thinking she's not good enough for the sexiest guy to be with. She's tired of meaningless "I love you"s. She's tired of these damn trust issues.
Copyright © Rehnesha Santos | Year Posted 2015
Dedicated to all of the guys who helped me to make the checklist - thanks!
The Empty Rib Slot
I think I might have
A perfect checklist
Highlights from men
Gathered now missed
Yes special highlights
Each man carried some
Now added to my checklist
For a guy having it all in one
This could be the key to find
The man I’m dreaming of
Not with bits and pieces
One filled full of love
A man made for me
No it would be not
I should fit perfectly
Into an empty rib slot
Let me share this list
With every one of you
Then decide for yourself
If it could possibly be true
My first check comes from
This guy with dreamy eyes
He deeply touched my soul
Way more than ever realized
He even had a special smile
That made you want to grin
No matter if life was down
He encouraged me to win
There was the big hugger
With squeezes oh so tight
He lifted me off the floor
Like if I was taking flight
He never did grow tired
Of giving me those hugs
I never had to ask for them
He always did it out of love
Then there was the dancer
He stayed light on his feet
He loved dancing with me
Carrying rhythm and a beat
Now of course on this list
There certainly has to be
That best friend I count on
Who can also count on me
I am even going to count
The good points of quality
Generated from my brothers
And even from my daddy
From them they all carry
A very good temperament
Always being so easy going
Not looking for an argument
When I am nestled in that slot
With a perfect feel of passion
All of his glory will then shine
As it eludes from my reflection
The most important one of all
He who shares a spiritual side
Being spiritually open with me
Not allowing his beliefs to hide
I know how this all may sound
Like a crazy thing that I’ve got
I want the man I fit snuggly with
When I match his empty rib slot
Florence McMillian (Flo)
Copyright © Florence McMillian | Year Posted 2013
To my love,
Do you remember all of this?
A casual night, to party, that ended with a kiss.
June 19 two thousand and twelve,
the night our very first kiss was held.
We continued a friendship, although here and there
We would hold hands, look at each other, and stare
The love was there, it had been always
We were not yet ready, to ditch our single days
So we continued on, no rules, no pressure
As friends, with some benefits, some would tell ya
Nights would start out, with fun in mind
By the end of it though, I'd have your hand in mine
Very drunken nights, you would proclaim
This is my girlfriend, but by morning that would change
When we would rise, we would pretend
The night was just fun, and I was merely a friend
By November twenty thirteen, I had had enough
I took a chance, and I called your bluff
You didn't say yes, you didn't say no
I didn't bring it up again, I just let it go
Dec 5, two thousand thirteen
We were dates to a party, with a holiday theme
It took some time, but you came around
Jan 25, you decided to be locked down
I tried not giggle, as I thought FINALLY!
He does want to spend the rest of his life with me.
Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months,
We were head over heels, everyone had a hunch
Dec 5, two thousand fourteen
You made a proposal, and I agreed
March 11, we went downtown to get our paper work started
We did not expect to be wed, before we departed
We signed the papers right there, that day
But I wanted to do it, the old fashioned way
So on July 10, among family and friends
We shared words and a kiss, once again
This time was special, I wore a big poofy dress
It was our family and friends, who bore witness
I am so happy that you are my king.
With love from your wife, your best friend, your queen.
Copyright © Kathleena Hurd | Year Posted 2015
maybe even a little stressed,
heart beats completely out of my chest,
I can't the image out of my head,
I rest head in my bed, restless, all night Oh i'm so breathless,
This inflicted, conflicted pain, may come from within me,
but it started with you.
Something so bittersweet, often lies through your teeth,
that's what you fed me.
Stay true, is what I said to you, even this action was cruel.
In this private world, I'm all alone
I don't like how it hurts.
Completely isolated myself from the world,
it's been days since I answered my phone.
Am I hurt, or did I receive what I was worth?
Dwelling on the past is my stress,
I cant move on, I'm definitely depressed.
Insecurities building on me, with your manipulation and painful memories.
I seize to believe this is my life's destiny,
I need a revision,
What exactly is this thing we call living?
I forgot good times, I let in the bad.
Being me, living life, freely, positive intensity,
it made made you mad.
Innocent girl learned how to live a lie,
life passed by,learned how to fake a smile and cry inside.
I need a lift, a need to rejuvenate,
I need to release this hate, at this rate, I hope I'm not too late.
Overly emotional, this experience..hurt my physical, mental, well- being
Who could cause so much pain, was it just me?
How could your aggression, and obsession allow me to numb the delight from life.
I neglect the light,the love, the girl, who once knew how to live.
She was wonderful, highly intellectual, and oh so beautiful,
Now she's evidence of physical,emotional damaged work from the palm of your hands.
Completely broken,maybe even for good.
Copyright © natasha ann | Year Posted 2013
My best friend, Suzanne, and I went to the same church.
I lived in Coral Gables; She lived in Cutler Ridge.
Her boyfriend went to my school; I had no boyfriend.
Being friends at church some of us talked at lunch.
Clayton was a spiritual, handsome, popular kid.
I was a shy and some said cute girl about 12 years old.
Girls my age living in Coral Gables could enter a pageant.
My parents saw me as Junior Miss Orange Bowl Queen.
But beauty goes more than skin deep and I was terrified!
I was so nervous that my ankles buckled while on stage.
Relieved, I was eliminated in the second round.
Being a looser was the least of my problems.
I needed a date for the Junior Orange Bowl Queen’s Ball.
Clayton lived in Coral Gables, too; so, I asked him.
I think we were all surprised when he said, Yes.”
I asked him because he was a friend and I felt safe.
Of course, Suzanne looked at it very differently.
She was hurt and they broke up not long after that.
I had a tonsillectomy on the day of the Ball.
My relationship with Suzanne was strained since that time.
I felt horrible about loosing our close friendship.
After high School, sadly, she ended communications.
Many years later, both of us married with children,
We visited at her home; she was dying. I cried.
It was then, when we were in our late thirties, that she asked.
Why, had I asked her, then, boyfriend, Clayton to the ball.
Being so young, and not understanding attraction, then,
I thought it would be okay; he was just a friend…
ã June7, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: ORNERY BEST FRIENDS
Sponsored by: Carol Brown
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2012
As dawn come
As sun rise up
As cold air embraces me
The time I thought I’ll be happy
Full of expectation
Full of dreams
The dancing leaves
The ripen fruits
The Flowers as they bloom
Gives me hopes, dried my tears
The singing of the birds
The outcry of the poor
The echo of his voice
Children’s Laughter as they enjoy
The sweet smile of my mother
The flapping of roaster’s feathers
The sweet scent coming from the kitchen
Washes away my heartaches and pain
The sweet smile in each person I’d meet
As I walked along the crowded Street
Searching for his face
Widen my pace
Nothing I have seen
Words remain unspoken
As sunset passed by
A time when stars start to glimpse up in the Sky
“Cause only my pillow knew
Too late, Regrets follow.
Hated this unspoken words
Striking the very core of my heart like swords
Too late to say
“Cause he’s far away.
A time he departs
As he lay his head back down
And sleep safe and sound
Rest! That is FOREVER!
Picture is my only souvenir
As you laid down in a coffin
Due to Tremendous accident
Thank you, my dear Boy Friend
I’ll treasure you ‘till the end
Copyright © Joan Iligan | Year Posted 2015